609 Reorganizing the Scorching Sun Dynasty
Thinking of this, He Chuan contacted Yaoyue and asked her to call Xu Tianyi over.

Almost all the formations were in Beiyin Mountain, including the Great Instant Star, the Great Yan Star, and the Silver Mountain Star. State Duke Qing’s Mingzhu Star had been swept clean, but that was not the case.

Now that he was in the Black Water Disaster Star, He Chuan could use his Divine Sense to sense Beiyin Mountain, but he could not directly pass through the Teleportation Formation to inform others.

Dressed in a golden dragon robe, a heroic woman appeared in front of He Chuan.

“Greetings, Your Majesty.” Xu Tianyi bowed.

Xu Tianyi was a Heart of the Heavens Realm warrior with abundant blood and vitality. He Chuan could sense that she was as dazzling as the sun.

Her vitality was comparable to hundreds of thousands of people.

He Chuan sized her up and said, “Heart of the Heavens Realm? Can’t you break through?”

Heart of the Heavens Realm was the realm of martial artists. This realm represented the materialization of martial arts spirit and the influence of reality. Cultivation corresponded to the primordial spirit.

“It’s very difficult. This path has never been taken before, and this subordinate is still exploring.”

Martial artists were different from body-tempering cultivators. Martial artists focused on the human body and constantly strengthened their blood and vitality.

When one cultivated to a high level, one could even communicate with the power of heaven and earth to replenish one’s blood essence.

However, there was a limit to the human body. Vitality could not increase indefinitely. Spells could not compare to energy cultivation, and physique could not compare to body-tempering cultivators and demons.

This was the limit of the human body. In the future, she would either absorb the demon bloodline to strengthen her physique or absorb spiritual energy to generate magic power.

In short, it was classified as energy cultivation and body refinement. The term of a martial artist no longer existed. At most, it was just a kind of unorthodox path.

“After this, you can start considering Blood Rebirth.”

“This subordinate thinks so too, but the human body is too complicated, and I don’t have a clue yet.”

Without a hundred years of in-depth research on the mechanism of the human body, one would not be able to understand it.

“In the future, you’ll become the Empress of the Scorching Sun Dynasty, all the people of the Wu Country will move here.” The human body was too microscopic, and the Scorching Sun Dynasty happened to be a macro-human body. Thinking of this, He Chuan took out the scroll of the Dharmakaya secret technique of the Divine Court.

“This technique doesn’t need to be cultivated. You just need to learn the technique to enter the Niwan Palace and enter the Divine Court.” He Chuan did not expect Xu Tianyi to be of any use.

Martial artists were suitable to be Dao Soldiers. If they wanted to help him, they had to at least be in the Blood Rebirth Realm to be of help.

Moreover, Xu Tianyi was the only one who could take control of the situation in the Scorching Sun Dynasty.

It was inconvenient for Yaoyue and Xingyue to show up, and Little Dragon Girl was the true spirit of the Golden Bridge.

They were all his trusted subordinates. If they were killed, He Chuan could only choose to fall out with them.

After making arrangements.

He Chuan sat within the Divine Court and waited for people to come over. The Three Divisions and Six Cases only saw the Judge, and the people from the Netherworld Bureau and Samsara Bureau didn’t come over.

The black fog spread out.

Everything around him disappeared, leaving only a thick black fog.

With a rustling sound, a figure walked out of the fog.

He Chuan raised his head. It was an old man with a snake tail. The old man’s skin was as dry as tree bark. His eyes were turbid and slightly narrowed. He had no legs, only a snake tail with black scales.

Behind him were a few green-faced Yakshas holding iron hooks.

“And you are?” He Chuan asked.

“Samsara Bureau Chief Tai Weng, you are the new Yin Commander?” The old man said.

“Yes, I am. Just call me Daoist He.” He Chuan nodded in agreement.

“Long story short.” The snake-tailed old man, Tai Weng, clapped his hands, and a subordinate beside him handed over a blueprint.

“The construction method of the Terrace in Hell and the Reincarnation Register. There are the types of ghosts, gods, and mortals that you might need.” He Chuan took it over. Other than the design drawings of the Terrace in Hell, there were also countless lists of ghosts and gods. Below them were the required materials.

Fire-head worker: The ghost who guards the stove is not afraid of fire.

[Prerequisite: Born at noon, dead at noon (demons and ghosts are also allowed)]

Goddamn Warrior: He has infinite strength and can resist ghosts and gods.

[Prerequisite: A ghost who was born on the Hungry Ghost Festival and died on the Hungry Ghost Festival at the age of 18.]

Seeing this, He Chuan suddenly realized the so-called Samsara Bureau was the place where Dao Soldiers were made.

“You’ve done some research on Dao Soldiers?” Tai Weng’s eyes lit up.

“Yes, in the past, I specialized in forging Dao Soldiers.” He Chuan laughed.

It was easier for him to forge Dao Soldiers than ordinary people.

Others relied on their luck to win, but sometimes, when the luck was not good, or when the time and place were not right, it would lead to failure.

Furthermore, some Dao Soldiers relied on luck to refine. If they were refined today, it did not mean that they would succeed in the future.

However, He Chuan could continue to increase his proficiency. When he cultivated to the later stages, he even had a 100% success rate.

Other than pill refinement, he was best at refining Dao Soldiers.

Tai Weng casually asked a few questions and found that He Chuan could answer every question fluently. It was as if he had found a treasure.

“Six Paths Reincarnation Divine Weapon Technique is the secret technique of the Samsara Bureau. Go back and take a look. If it’s possible, you’ll be in charge of Terrace in Hell.” The old man twisted his snake tail and came in front of He Chuan. A black-light appeared in his palm.

He Chuan was a little baffled. Everyone in this world loved power, but there were actually people who took the initiative to give it up.

His impression of the cruel and merciless Netherworld didn’t match.

He Chuan skimmed through it. This cultivation technique specialized in refining ghosts and gods. It was not a separate method, but a platform for refining Dao Soldiers.

The platform was divided into six paths. According to the type of the original body and the cultivation classification, the Evil Spirit Path, the Animal Path, the Insect Path, the Evil Spirit Path, the Heavenly Man Path, the Asura Path, and so on.

It was extremely difficult to get started with this method, but after cultivating it, one could ignore all materials and just throw people into it to create Dao Soldiers.

To put it simply, it was a spell that could turn beans into soldiers.

After cultivating it, one could not build it at will. One also needed proficiency.

“I’ll give you an answer in ten days.” He Chuan accepted the spell.

The Nether Sea.

In the extreme west of the continent, there was a vast ocean and glaciers that had not changed for thousands of years.

Giant creatures swam under the pitch-black sea from time to time, and the temperature was extremely cold.

His figure appeared on the huge glacier.

He Chuan stood on the ten-thousand-year-old frost ground, and the sound of metal colliding came from under his feet.

“Its hardness is comparable to that of a ten-thousand-year-old profound ice.” He Chuan thought to himself.

The temperature here was very low. A thick layer of ice had formed three inches above his body. It was his magic power that blocked the chill. If he did not have any protection, He Chuan would have been frozen long ago.

He had chosen a location for the headquarters of the Netherworld. After some investigation, he had finally chosen this place.

The Ice Continent was thousands of miles wide and was cold all year round.

The ground under his feet was not the 10,000-year-old’s, and its hardness was about the same.

The Netherworld was mostly chosen to be in the extreme land because there were few people there.

Thinking of this, He Chuan took out a Royal Seal from his bosom.

This seal was made of red jade, and there was a natural Netherworld Yin Seal on it.

The moment the red seal appeared, the clouds in the sky turned pitch-black and spun continuously, forming a vortex.

This was the Netherworld Jade Seal, which symbolized the identity of YinCommander.

A vast and mighty aura suddenly came from the vortex.

It was as if it was connected to an ancient beast. The aura of the beast became stronger and stronger, and the pressure it emitted made He Chuan’s glabella ache.

Then, two golden lights flew out of the vortex. Like a snake, it rapidly expanded and then crossed the ground.